The Esq's birthday bash was GREAT SUCCESS, as Borat might say.
The New Depression: A Birthday Party was 1930's-themed and straight-up awesome. We fit forty costumed people into our 1-bedroom apartment, moving and breathing be damned. This after walking what felt like 4,000 miles against Proposition 8, which was a total blast. "What do we want?!" EQUAL RIGHTS! "When do want 'em?!" NOW! Or, yesterday would have been fine, and tomorrow works well for me, too. Marching in protest and throwing a party on the same day is challenging, but only if you're NOT ME. I haven't slept very well in a week, I'm irritable, and I'm about to knife the Esq in his face--but I'm trying to focus on the positive: the next party we're having isn't for another six months. That should be plenty of time for us to recover from this one.
Hosting a party is like being a bride at your wedding reception, minus the drunken uncles and lifelong commitment: no time to eat, drink, talk to people, or enjoy yourself--but looking back, you realize it was a really wonderful evening. I'm a Bridezilla Host when I start getting overwhelmed, which always happens; I'm either a Procrastinator, or nursing an unhealthy addiction to Laziness, which is really just Procrastination's overweight stepsister. Thanks to the Esq's sister, who is neither a step-sibling or overweight, for her indispensable help before the party (and taking one for the team, ahem).
I was so impressed by the costumes people wore to our party; out of the 40 people who attended, 32 dressed to impress. We employed the ol' record player, given to me many moons ago by this dude, and played a medley of jazz, classical, electronic, and Justin Timberlake (as requested by Monica over at the Big Blog). I'm sure JT would have been very popular back in the day, although it's probably the only time that he would have ever claimed being Caucasian. Thank you to everyone who came to the soiree--it was super fun! Photos can be seen on the Photo Blog.
I interviewed for a job last night, and have come to this conclusion: if future employment is based solely on my skills as an interviewee, I will be doing this shit for the next 20 years. The moment has come where I need to switch gears and get serious about the process: it's time to start buying Lottery tickets in bulk.
[RADWORDS]: LOTTERY, BRIDEZILLA, BORAT, DEPRESSION, DRUNKEN UNCLES.
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Sadly, there are no ads for "drunken uncles." The closest thing:
"Obama’s Brother In Kenya--
Obama’s Brother Lives In A Shack Read This Story Here!
www.russiatoday.com"
I was really trying hard to be "Drunk of the Week". Perhaps if they saw me puking as I got out of the cab.....
YOU'RE a drunken uncle. :) Thanks for hosting dinner last night, it was turkeylicious. :)
russiatoday.com has an interest in Obama's brother? Weird.
Buttercup, ew! Well, the booze was for drinkin', and people drank up GOOD. Me, I gave up trying to have fun two hours in. And then had fun much later, I guess--after everyone left!
"Laziness, which is really just Procrastination's overweight stepsister..."
That is making me laugh and laugh and laugh. Srsly. I can't stop snorting. It's not pretty.
Sn0tty-The point of having a party at your own house is so you can get WASTED and you are already home.
Pam, I relish the thought of your ugly display of truly genuine affection. Rad.
Buttercup, the whole point of throwing a party at my house for the Esq was for the Esq to have a great time! :) Mission accomplished.
is that the Esq in the pic there? he be handsome and hunky. nice.
The Esq is the first photo on the photo blog, if that's what you're asking. The photo on this blog is Machine Gun Kelly. :)
I think the Esq is handsome and hunky, too. Also droll and superior.
I don't know what happened, but dressing up for your party was awesome and now I'm hooked again...tonight will be my 3rd outing this week...look out Seattle, once I start dancing I don't stop!! Thanks for the shove in the right direction:)
Go Michelle! Watch out, Seattle, there's another massage therapist on the loose. :)
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